Tiny

Killer wiped at his mouth where a small mark of blood was in the corner.

“This wasn’t about what they f**king said. It was the fact they were talking about me.” Killer slapped his chest. “What I did for my past club is no one’s f**king business but mine.” He turned to glare at Murphy. “You told me my past would f**king stay there.”

The pain in Killer’s eyes hurt Tiny. He felt responsible for all of his boys’ pain. The man before him was hurting and hurting bad.

Before he could say anything, Killer turned back to Kelsey.

“I killed people for my club. I did what I had to in order to f**king survive. I killed men and women. They gave the order, and they were dead. It was in my past, and if I had to kill anyone to protect you, I would.” Killer took a step forward, gripping Kelsey’s arms.

Tate tensed, clearly ready to kick some giant ass if Kelsey was harmed. Tiny would hold her back. There was no way he’d let his daughter get hurt if she started. The way Murphy moved in front of her, the other man was of the same mind.

“I won’t apologize for who I was. This is the man I am, and I’m capable of killing anyone, and if I was asked to protect you or this club then the bastards would die.” Killer slammed his lips down on Kelsey. She didn’t fight him.

When it was over, Killer released her and walked out of the club. Silence fell over the club. Butch stumbled into one of the sweet-butt’s arms. Sophia rushed to Zero’s side, checking to make sure nothing was broken. Zero had been close to Sophia, and it showed.

Tiny glared as Zero smiled. The way Zero touched Sophia left no one in doubt of the man’s feelings for Nash’s woman. Tiny had warned Zero about poaching. Tiny hoped he didn’t have to kick the guy’s ass to make him back down. Tate went to Kelsey. Eva moved to stand beside him. “You need to deal with Zero. His feelings could get the whole club killed.”

“I know.”

She took his hand, offering him her strength.

“I’ve kicked enough of my boys’ asses.”

“If it needs to be done then you’ve got no choice but to do it.” Eva squeezed his hand then stepped away.

“Come back to my office,” he said, wanting inside her tight warmth more than he wanted to deal with club business.

“Can’t. The night is over, and we’re back to normal.” She went on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Business comes first, and you’d agree with me.”

She turned away completely, moving away from him.

He watched her until she disappeared completely from his sight. When she was gone he grabbed, Lash, Nash, and Murphy before heading out to ‘round the back of the compound for some privacy.

“What’s this about?” Lash asked.

Lighting up a cigarette, Tiny took a deep drag, feeling relaxed for a few short seconds. “Your women go into town regularly, right?”

Turning to the men, he saw the confusion on their faces.

“I’ve not asked. Tate does go to the salon. Since being run over she doesn’t go into town alone. I’m with her. I’ve not seen anything strange,” Murphy said.

“Same here.”

“Sophia and I have been dealing with the house. It still needs a lot of work. What’s going on here?” Nash asked.

“Something doesn’t sit right with me from your kidnapping.” Tiny pointed at Nash. “We’ve talked about it, and you said they worked for someone else. What did they say?” They had been over the same ground a thousand times. No matter what Nash said, Tiny couldn’t piece together what was bothering him.

“Gill was terrified. All of the men were scared. They were hired by men that were clearly serious. It has got to take something to make a bunch of thugs scared, right?” Nash asked.

“What are you thinking, boss?” Lash asked.

“The Lions have been handled, and the drugs Alex sorted out. I think there’s another threat out there. I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.” Taking another deep drag on his cigarette, Tiny looked over the landscape. Fort Will was his town. It was where he’d lived his whole life. He’d brought the town out of the gutter, giving it protection and striving to make a living.

“We’ll keep an eye out and see if anyone looks out of the ordinary,” Nash said.

“Okay.” He dismissed them. They were all leaving when he called Murphy back. “Get me Whizz. I need to speak to him.”

****

After Killer tried to hurt Zero and Butch, nothing else happened. When Friday arrived, Eva was more than ready to finish the party and get home. Her father had landed at the airport a few hours ago, and he was on his way to the house. Tiny was locked in his office. Their one night together hadn’t changed anything between them.

Staring at her reflection Eva nodded. She couldn’t change her dress or rush to the hairdressers to fix her hair. Running her hands down her thighs she waited for her nerves to stop. She was nervous about her father. Ned Walker had the ability to spot something within a person that they wanted no one else to see.

The last thing she needed was for her father to be angry at Tiny. They’d slept together. She didn’t need her father defending her honor or anything stupid like that.

Picking up her two light suitcases she headed downstairs and placed them beside the door. Tiny’s door was still shut. He’d been locked in the office all night. She’d phoned Alex to tell him in case Tiny wasn’t asking for help. Twice she walked upstairs coming down with heavier cases each time. She was surprised by how much she owned.

On the final trip Tiny was stood at the bottom of the stairs. He wore a pair of new jeans and white shirt. It was the best anyone was going to get for him to be smart. He rarely wore a suit.

She felt her pu**y clench at the sight of him. His age never affected her. The man himself though, affected her deeply. She knew what it felt like to have him pounding inside her. Every part of him was strong.

Licking her lips, she held onto the case.

“You’re still leaving?”

“I’m not needed here anymore. It’s time I moved on. I’m not getting any younger,” she said, trying to make a joke.

“Is that supposed to be directed at me?” he asked. He folded his arms over his chest. Once again she remembered him holding her in place in the shower. Fuck, he truly had wiped the memory of every other previous lover, even though there was only one. She couldn’t even think of shower sex without thinking of him.